Chilly cat: Oh, warmthful sun beams, I see you thinking that at the top of the end-day hour, you can hide lickety-split behind Earth’s orbit, but I will have you know that I find this action unacceptable and, hence, even though this call may be considered somewhat antwacky, I formally challenge you to a duel—with the winner earning the right to planetary alignment—and ask that you abide by the current feline-approved code duello for this engagement.

Shiny sun: As a proud sphere fond of pi-laws more so than kit-calls, I feel comfortably inclined to respond via circumlocution most of the time, but that might be considered a delay tactic for this circumstance and the consequences of the presented standards of etiquette preclude such behaviour, so I feel that the most appropriate manner in which I can respond to your terms is to simply let you know, “I cannot help your righting meow.” ; )